Four deer crossing the highway.
A semi truck coming towards us.
I thought he saw them. I thought he would slow down.
But he didn't.
It happened so fast.
I do not want to think what would have happened if I hadn't shouted at Russ "there are more! there are more!" and he hadn't started slowing down before we got to the crossing. Those two seconds...
I thought the third deer would stop.
I thought they would all make it.
I thought I would never stop crying. For the deer. For what could have happened.
Today I am (still) grateful for those two seconds.